Poetry and Pictures from Thomas MooreLongman, Brown, Green, 1858 - 336 pagina's |
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Pagina vi
... ENTRANCING 91 OH , DAYS OF YOUTH . 93 OFT , IN THE STILLY NIGHT 93 WHEN LOVE WAS A CHILD SWEET INNISFALLEN I'VE A SECRET TO TELL THEE ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE 95 96 98 99 Page So WARMLY WE MET FARE THEE WELL , THOU vi CONTENTS .
... ENTRANCING 91 OH , DAYS OF YOUTH . 93 OFT , IN THE STILLY NIGHT 93 WHEN LOVE WAS A CHILD SWEET INNISFALLEN I'VE A SECRET TO TELL THEE ALL THAT'S BRIGHT MUST FADE 95 96 98 99 Page So WARMLY WE MET FARE THEE WELL , THOU vi CONTENTS .
Pagina vii
Thomas Moore. Page So WARMLY WE MET FARE THEE WELL , THOU LOVELY ONE !. WRITTEN ON PASSING DEADMAN'S ISLAND THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT SHRINE 100 101 103 105 LIKE ONE WHO , DOOM'D . 106 WHO IS THE MAID ? DOST THOU REMEMBER THERE IS A ...
Thomas Moore. Page So WARMLY WE MET FARE THEE WELL , THOU LOVELY ONE !. WRITTEN ON PASSING DEADMAN'S ISLAND THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT SHRINE 100 101 103 105 LIKE ONE WHO , DOOM'D . 106 WHO IS THE MAID ? DOST THOU REMEMBER THERE IS A ...
Pagina viii
... MEET 153 " TIS ALL FOR THEE 154 SONG OF HERCULES TO HIS DAUGHTER 155 SONG 157 THEY MET BUT ONCE . 158 THOU BIDST ME SING . 159 NO , NOT MORE WELCOME LOVE THEE , DEAREST ? LOVE THEE ? THE BOY OF THE ALPS . I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR WHEN ...
... MEET 153 " TIS ALL FOR THEE 154 SONG OF HERCULES TO HIS DAUGHTER 155 SONG 157 THEY MET BUT ONCE . 158 THOU BIDST ME SING . 159 NO , NOT MORE WELCOME LOVE THEE , DEAREST ? LOVE THEE ? THE BOY OF THE ALPS . I SAW THE MOON RISE CLEAR WHEN ...
Pagina ix
... MET THEE . THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE THEN FIRST FROM LOVE . THE RUSSIAN LOVER I'D MOURN THE HOPES . WREATH THE BOWL BERMUDA . SLUMBER , OH SLUMBER 203 205 207 209 211 212 213 215 216 219 220 WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS . 221 OH ! ARRANMORE ...
... MET THEE . THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE THEN FIRST FROM LOVE . THE RUSSIAN LOVER I'D MOURN THE HOPES . WREATH THE BOWL BERMUDA . SLUMBER , OH SLUMBER 203 205 207 209 211 212 213 215 216 219 220 WHEN TWILIGHT DEWS . 221 OH ! ARRANMORE ...
Pagina xi
... meet . Vignette . As when first he sung to woman's car His soul - felt flame . Vignette . I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining , The bark was still there , but the waters were gone . Where , all night long , by a fire - fly ...
... meet . Vignette . As when first he sung to woman's car His soul - felt flame . Vignette . I came when the sun o'er that beach was declining , The bark was still there , but the waters were gone . Where , all night long , by a fire - fly ...
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ARRANMORE bark beam Beauty beneath BIRKET FOSTER blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath breeze bright bright eyes broken flower brow calm charms cheek clouds cold Cooper dark daylight daylight dies dear Dismal Swamp divine dream earth ev'n eyes fade feel flew flowers gaze gloom glory glowing gone harp HARRISON WEIR hath heart heaven high-born Ladye hope hour hung isle JASPER CROPSEY light lips look'd looks love-knots Love's lover lute MACLISE maid maiden Minstrel Boy moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina nymph o'er play'd Rose-tree roses round sail seem'd shade shed shine shining book Ship ahoy shone shore sigh sing sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sparkle spirit star sung sunny sunshine sweet tears thee There's thine thou turn'd Twas Vignette voice WARREN H wave weep wind wings woman young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 227 - And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup, Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night : Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles, And return to me, beaming all o'er with your smiles — Too blest, if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had murmur'd,
Pagina 16 - Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds; His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before...
Pagina 298 - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea. When heaven was all tranquillity...
Pagina 15 - Virtue ! when thy clime I seek, Let not my spirit's flight be weak : Let me not, like this feeble thing, With brine still dropping from its wing, Just sparkle in the solar glow And plunge again to depths below. But, when I leave the grosser throng With whom my soul hath dwelt so long, Let me, in that aspiring day, Cast every lingering stain away, And, panting for thy purer air, Fly up at once and fix me there.
Pagina 55 - That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee stilL Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ! Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, Till...
Pagina 50 - THE minstrel boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him ; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. " Land of song !" said the warrior-bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee...
Pagina 116 - THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee ? The friends who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown ; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Pagina 138 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.
Pagina 53 - twas leaving. So loth we part from all we love, From all the links that bind us ; So turn our hearts, as on we rove, To those we've left behind us...
Pagina 307 - When first on me they breathed and shone ; New, as if brought from other spheres, Yet welcome as if loved for years. Then fly with me, — if thou hast known No other flame, nor falsely thrown A gem away, that thou hadst sworn Should ever in thy heart be worn. Come, if the love thou hast for me, Is pure and fresh as mine for thee, — Fresh as the fountain under ground, When first 't is by the lapwing found.